The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

　　 Cornelius Fudge stammered there and described:

　　 "I can't believe it... the dementors of Azkaban have never encountered this situation..."

　　 "... Sirius Black is a vicious criminal. He once used a spell to end thirteen lives in succession..."

　　 "...I told another minister about this half an hour ago, although I think he must be helpless..."

　　 But Jon had some doubts whether Albus Dumbledore was listening carefully.

　　 His eyes still looked at the pebbles on the beach, as if they were more attractive than Fudge's fat face.

　　 "Oh, Dumbledore!" Fudge wailed.

　　 "I'm listening, Connelly!" Professor Dumbledore said gently, "Do you need teachers and students from Hogwarts to help you catch this fugitive?"

　　 "No, Professor Dumbledore!" Amelia Burns, the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, explained: "You should remember that Sirius Black was sentenced to life imprisonment for Azkaban."

"Yes, I remember clearly... Eleven years ago, it was my own evidence that I provided to the Ministry of Magic, saying that Blake was the secret of the Potters, which means that he was the betrayer of the Potters!" Deng In Blido's tone, he could not feel any emotional fluctuations.

　　 "Yes, Blake, as the number one party member of the mysterious man, was imprisoned in Azkaban!" Fudge nodded.

"The Azkaban guard told us that Black has been talking in sleep for a while... he always said the same thing,'He's at Hogwarts...he's at Hogwarts...'" Amily Mrs. Ya-Bones said solemnly:

　　 "Blake is nervous, Professor Dumbledore... but he is smart enough to escape from Azkaban, which no one has done before."

"Unsurprisingly, his target after the escape should be Harry Potter at Hogwarts. He thought that killing Mr. Potter would bring the mysterious man back to power; the night when Mr. Potter stopped the mysterious man, Black has lost everything; and he has been alone in Azkaban for twelve years, so he has enough time to think about it..."

　　 "There is a conjecture with a certain basis... But Amelia, can I understand that you have other intentions?"

"Yes, Dumbledore!" Fudge took a step forward. "We hope that the dementors can be stationed in Hogwarts, so that the dementors can catch Black trying to break into Hogwarts, and at the same time guarantee The safety of teachers and students in the school..."

　　 "Wait, Connelly..." Professor Dumbledore interrupted him bluntly: "Can I understand that you want one of my students to be used as a bait to capture Sirius Black?"

　　 Fudge raised his head awkwardly.

　　 "Dumbledore..." The Minister of Magic's tone was a little pleading.

　　 "However, I think I need to ask other people for advice!" Professor Dumbledore said with a smile. He turned around and looked at the boy who was already in theater mode: "Jon, what do you think?"

　　 "Me?" Jon was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt the eyes of the three "big men" staring on him.

　　 "Do you think Dementors are allowed to be stationed in Hogwarts?" Dumbledore blinked. "I want to ask your opinion."

"I..." Jon stammered, "Professor... I don't know what a dementor is, and I don't know Blake... But if a fugitive can break into Hogwarts at any time... It should be reasonable for the staff of the Ministry of Magic to be stationed in the school..."

　　……

　　 Dumbledore simply agreed to Fudge's request, after Jon made this "opinion".

　　 After that, the two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic invited Dumbledore to inspect the cell where Black was held and questioned the guards of Azkaban.

　　 But Dumbledore decisively refused: "I'm sorry, Connelly, Amelia, I need to see a friend later!"

　　 In just a few words of greeting, Jon and Dumbledore set off on their way home.

　　 was another long "Apparition", and Jon felt that his reaction might be more intense than just before.

　　Strongly suppressing the nausea, Jon found that they had come to a forest that was not dense.

　　 "Is it all right?" Dumbledore asked gently.

　　 "I'm fine, professor!" Jon raised his head: "But I'm a little puzzled, what is a dementor?"

　　 He tried his best to show himself a twelve-year-old boy who knew nothing about it.

　　 "A creature that robs you of your happiness and makes you feel fear!" Dumbledore said with a serious face: "I hate them... But to be honest, they shouldn't affect you much."

　　 "Really..." In Dumbledore's tone, Jon didn't feel any unpleasant emotions... He originally thought he would disgust Dumbledore by agreeing to the Dementor to enter the campus.

　　 They started walking deep into the woods again.

"But I suggest you learn a little bit about the method of fighting the dementors." Dumbledore said as he walked: "Your friend, Miss Greengrass, she should be very seriously affected by the dementors! "

　　 "What the **** is going on with Astoria?" Jon asked with concern ~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm sorry, Jon! Dumbledore shook his head, "But this involves personal privacy, and I have no right to tell you... I think Miss Greengrass will let you know one day." "

　　 "Well, Professor..." Jon sighed and answered as expected.

　　 "By the way, professor, where are we now, where are we going?"

　　 "We are in Devon now!" Dumbledore explained, "I want to take you to meet a friend of mine, Nicholas Flamel."

　　Nick LeMay?

　　 Jon couldn't help blinking, the alchemist who made the Philosopher's Stone?

　　……

　　 A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination.

　　 Dumbledore stopped, he took out his wand solemnly... Then, a flower appeared in his left hand.

　　 They continued to walk forward.

　　 Jon saw a lot of people along the way...There were at least a few hundred wizards, each of whom was a large number of years old, and like Dumbledore, they held a bunch of flowers in their hands.

　　 But unlike Dumbledore, they did not move on, but stopped and bowed their heads in silence.

　　 Finally, they arrived in front of a tombstone with a few lines engraved on it:

　　 "The greatest alchemists in European history are Nicholas Flamel (1325-1993) and his wife Perenal Flamel (1332-1993).

　　‘Mr. Flammel, with your passing away, there is no master alchemist in the world. ’

　　 Hector Granger, President of the International Pharmaceutical Association, in July 1993. "